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Angel Devil walked into the cramped flat that smelled of burnt food and folded laundry, banged the door, refusing to hear Aki out. Aki could scream and haw behind him, but Angel would be damned before he hear another word out of those lips. 

Aki was one of the most hypocritical, ungrateful human...no...asshole... he'd ever met. Sure, his partner could always be there to protect him, to shield him from falling debris, to hold his hand when he was terrified of a Devil, to soothe his worries...always with that blue eyes trained on him, willing him to breathe...to be fine. But when Angel does it, then suddenly he was the villain? He needed to be lectured? Fuck that. 

Okay, so he was pissed...and he was the type that rarely got pissed. Maybe a little frown here and there, but never one that stuck long enough to carve a crater in his heart the size of a watermelon. He just saved that ass's life and yet he was being lectured. 

Sure, he did lose an arm...and maybe some part of his hair, even singeing his clothes in the process, but wasn't that part of the job? Wasn't that what they wanted of him? To bleed him dry for their own benefit? 

Besides...he figured it was better he was the one who got hurt than Aki. 

Aki had only a month to live. 

And Angel Devil wasn't about to subject him to even more pain before he left. His partner had already been through too much. He lost his family to the Gun Devil, lost his ex partner, was used to friends dying left and right...one more death from Angel Devil wasn't going to kill him. Aki was tough. He was used to this. And if his death would buy Aki a little more time, then...yeah. He was willing to take that chance. 

And fuck it. He really hated the thought that he was doing this for a human. He abhorred humans and tried his hardest to avoid them, before Makima had dragged him into this world where he was forced to confront his prejudice against humans. Aki wasn't like other humans he knew. He didn't hide behind his pain, or throw stones and pretend to be better than everyone else. 

Aki wasn't ashamed to say he was selfish. He wasn't ashamed to push someone into the fire if it meant saving his own skin. He wasn't ashamed to say he'd rather give up the world than give up his life. He wasn't ashamed to be vulnerable, to show his weakness, to show that he thought he didn't matter. He was human. 

Not the type to act and play nice, no...Aki was real. And Angel Devil appreciated him for that. In the beginning, it made their partnership easier...Angel wouldn't have to worry about sacrificing Aki's skin because Aki would do the same to him. Or Angel would eventually be sacrificed by Aki to save his own skin, thereby making Angel's dream of death come true. 

He didn't know, when, somewhere along the line...both of them began to sacrifice themselves for each other more and more, without furthering their own means and goals. 

Aki pushed himself into the house, his face dark with anger. Angel slumped. So much for thinking a locked door could stop the son of a gun. He watched as Aki shared the dirt off his rumpled jacket, blue eyes bright with anger. "Fuck you, Angie! This is my house. You do not get to lock me out!" 

"Oh, go fuck yourself." Angel Devil muttered tiredly, rubbing his lids. Truth be told, this has been going on since they left the office. 

Shouting, yelling, more shouting. Who did Aki think he was? His father? He was nothing more than his partner. Reprimanding him like this was beginning to grate on his nerves. He was just his partner...his stupid partner who'd look at him doe blue eyes whenever he collapsed on the couch next to him, his stupid partner who'd give him a soft smile whenever Angel Devil showed off his culinary skills in the kitchen...his stupid partner with surprisingly soft black locks (not that he'd ever run his fingers fondly through it when Aki was sleeping). 

Aki's eyes narrowed to slits, staring at Angel as though he was ready to pounce. Maybe he was. His moods were very unpredictable. "What the hell did you just say to me?"

Angel turned away from him, lips pursed in a comical manner. "Don't tell me you chased me in here just so you can continue yelling." He shot him an odd look, seemingly amused and irritated. "Don't you humans get headaches?" 

"Yes!" Aki exploded at him, his chest heaving, pulling at his hair, "and right now, you're my headache! You don't listen. You fucking don't know how to listen!"

Angel Devil gave him a bland look and turned away from him, going into the kitchen. 

Aki glared at him over his shoulder. He watched the shorter man skirt around the counter, meticulously avoiding the used plates scattered on the floor. "Are you seriously going to avoid this conversation?" 

Angel sighed dramatically, face pinched to show his displeasure. "How can I? Since you're yelling into my face?" 

He bent down to peek in the fridge. Hmm. Figures. Aki wouldn't keep anything here except for vegetables and fruits. How that son of a gun kept a fit body was beyond Angel Devil. Yeah, he'd seen it...he wasn't ashamed to admit that he'd even stared longer than he was meant to, and maybe a drop or two of spit had emerged from his lips. But seriously? Fit body or not, vegetables has got to be the worst food you could ever eat. 

But maybe he could make something out of it? He'd seen Aki whip up a fruit salad before. Stood behind him even. Offered his hand, but Aki had laughingly pushed him away, saying that with a knife in his hand, Angel Devil would either use it on himself or on Aki. Angel had not denied it. 

"Going up against the Fire Devil was just plain dumb!" Aki said, pointing an accusatory finger at him. "We had a goddamn plan. Wait for backup and yet you tore into it like you had a death wish!" 

"I do have a death wish," Angel pointed out calmly, eyes boring into Aki. "And we did wait for backup. For over thirty minutes." 

Aki pinched the bridge of his nose, getting ready to explode. But he held himself back. Really, all this time he's been holding himself back from doing what he wanted to do. He didn't just want to stand there and yell...no, what he wanted to do was go up to the idiot and shake him senseless...maybe tie him up to keep him safe. "I told you not to intervene. I could have handled it. I already had my sword drawn. You don't even care about fighting in the first place...why risk your life?"

Because of you, you idiot. 

I want to die. So you can live. 

I want you to worry about the mundane things like the next flick to watch. The next clothes to buy. The next thing on the grocery list. 

I want you to come home at night. Sit behind the television. Watch some cheesy movie. 

I want you to go out to your favorite restaurant, order up some bun and devour it like the best dish in the world. 

I want you to head into the shop, buy something you love, never worrying about money or if it's worth the spend. 

I want you to sit outside with a favorite book in your hand. Telling anyone who cared to know, in that voice of yours, how you prefer Linton to Heathcliff. 

Aki, I want you to live...even though I know you won't. 

But instead of divulging these things...these secret feelings that caused him to toss and turn every night in bed, that caused him to stare at Aki a second longer, to hold onto his calloused fingers a minute longer, Angel sighed. "Because, fighting is the only way to ensure I die. So let me fight, Aki." 

Aki stared at him. For a very long minute, he said nothing, just staring. And Angel Devil saw his jaws tightening, his eyes flaring. He knew Aki was upset by what he said, but he didn't care. If it came down to him or Aki, he'd chose Aki in a heartbeat. "You're not dying, Angie." 

Angel quirked an eyebrow, a bit taken aback by how his voice trembled. It wasn't what he was expecting. Emotional? Maybe. But something so raw and almost...vulnerable? It was the first time he'd ever hear him speak like that.

"I'm not?" 

"No!" Aki shouted at him, nearly flying at the younger man. 

Angel stared at him a little longer. I'm sorry, he thought, but it's out of your hands... Did Aki even know that Angel Devil had sought out another contract? One that he hoped would override Aki's contract with the curse devil? "...I don't think you get to make this decision for me, Aki." 

"Shut the hell up," Aki hissed at him, eyebrows furrowed, his voice sounding hollow and defeated. "This is funny to you, isn't it? Watching me break? Watching me spiral over the fucking thought of losing you?" 

"Why would you break?" Angel Devil continued in a tired tone. "You'll get a new partner even if I die." 

He approached Aki with a bowl of chopped fruits, keeping his eyes averted away from the way Aki glared at him. It was too invasive. Too much. He was afraid that if he stared at those deep eyes a little too much, he would...wait, what would he do?

Aki snatched the bowl from him, his fingers brushing against his. "What the fuck is this?" 

Angel shrugged a shoulder, keeping his voice light, trying to ignore how hard his heart was beating. "Fruit salad...I guess. I didn't add any carrots since you hate them." 

Great. Now he was rambling. Did he really think that Aki cared about the fact that he remembered he hated carrots or not? And why the hell was he shifting his weight like a scared schoolboy? It was just a bowl of fruits. Something he'd never done before, true, but not enough to have him feeling flustered like this. 

Aki stared at the bowl as though he was seeing fruits for the first time in his life. His voice came out much lower, but still thrummed with annoyance. "You shouldn't have done that. Are you trying to bribe me?" 

"If you're gonna shout, I figured you need your strength for this." Angel said, his shoulders slumped and headed to the room. "Since we're done here..." 

He needed to leave. Something about Aki...standing there...eyes fixed on him like he just did the most important thing (it's just fucking fruit!) was seriously doing something to his brain...Angel Devil swore that if he stood there long enough, he'd actually see colors. 

"Hold up." Aki slammed the bowl on the table and hurried after him. He grabbed him by the wrist, stopping the other man in his tracks. "Promise me something, Angie."

"You know I can't make promises—" 

He was cut off by Aki whirling him around and yanking his shirt towards him. The whole thing stunned Angel Devil. He was used to being manhandled and misheld, but this..the way his fingers tightened against his shirt...his dark eyes bearing into him.. and his face ...his face was close, too close, almost breathing into him. Angel froze. 

"Promise me," Aki repeated, his voice trembling under the weight of what he needed to say. "That you won't die before I do." 

"Aki..." 

"Please." Aki caught him off, voice raw as he leaned over, nearly burying his head into Angel Devil's shoulder. "I won't be able to stand it. I want to protect you, Angie. I don't want you to think you have to die." 

A low chuckle escaped from Angel Devil's lips. With a timid gesture, he rested his fingers on Aki's dark hair, wanting to stroke it but not daring to. "Humans are so cute. You can't protect a Devil, Aki. Isn't that against your contract?" 

"Yes," Aki said and raised his head, meeting his eyes. The intensity nearly sucked off the amusement that was brewing in Angel Devil's skin. "But I can protect my friend." 

Angel stood frozen. Unable to breathe. And then something broke. Something he'd been keeping in him...inside him for months..something that he always wanted to cherish, to keep and hide from the world because he was afraid they'd use it against him. His feelings. And he was tired...he was so tired of hoping...of looking at Aki and theorizing it meant something more. That his smile, the one that made his eyes crinkle, was just for him...He was so tired of waiting... wanting. Like a little kid. Like a scared little kid. Lately, it seemed that all he did was to be afraid—except when it actually came to dying. 

So he stood on tiptoe and pressed a light kiss to Aki's lips, fire burning through him. "Please shut up. Don't say that," he whispered against his lips.  

Aki's fingers tightened in his shirt, shocked, but he didn't push him off. His brain was trying to understand what was happening. But did he really need to? Here was Angel Devil in his arms, eyes closed, hot lips pressed on him like they were both on fire. 

And they probably were. Aki was sick and tired of losing people. He hated the fact that no matter how hard he tried, or how much work he did, he was going to die eventually. Which was why it pissed him off that Angie was foolishly throwing his life away. 

You don't know how lucky you have it, Angie. You don't...

And if he was being honest, he'd often wondered just how soft the devil's lips were. 

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The door slammed open and Aki carried Angel Devil bridal-style through the dimly lit hallway, his strong arms cradling the smaller man effortlessly against his chest. Angel Devil's legs dangled, his hands pushing weakly at Aki's broad shoulders, a half-hearted protest spilling from his lips.

"Aki, put me down," Angel muttered, his voice laced with hesitation, cheeks flushed pink. "Please put me down. You don't have to do this...I know you're angry but just..." 

His heart was thudding. Surely Aki wasn't so pissed about being kissed by him that he was willing to what...throw him into the room? Lock the door? Tie him up? The possibilities were endless. Angel Devil tried to look into his eyes, to read his thoughts, but his eyes were bottomless, too deep to see what was underneath. 

Aki kicked the bedroom door open with his foot, the room bathed in soft moonlight filtering through the curtains. He didn't stop, striding straight to the bed and lowering Angel onto the plush sheets with deliberate care. Angel immediately truer to pull away from him but Aki loomed over him, eyes burned with intensity, as he pinned his wrists above his head.

"Scared?" Aki's voice was low, rough, laced with that dominant edge that made Angel's stomach twist in the best way. He leaned down, his lips brushing his ear, breath hot and teasing. "You weren't so scared when you had your lips to mine."

"T-that was an act of emotion!" Angel Devil retorted, his cheeks coloring. "It was heat of the moment and I just..."

Aki yanked his leg down, bringing their faces closer, shutting the devil up. Angel froze, looking up into his eyes. "I'm scared, Angie. Scared of losing you. Scared you'll wake up one day and realize you deserve death." 

"Oh grow up, you're just being needy" Angel muttered, rolling his eyes. "Humans die, demons die. Get over it already. And let me go...my hands are beginning to chafe."

He was surprised by the burst of laughter from Aki. What the actual fuck? "You're right," the hunter admitted. "Humans and demons die. But this? This isn't just me being needy. This is me showing you that I can't fucking breathe without you."

It was like the world denoted around him. What? What? What? There was no way this was true. There was no way Aki could feel this way around him. Don't be stupid Angel. A human could never care or even love a demon, and you dare allow yourself to wish this to be true? Haven't you been through enough pain and hurt? Love him, but don't expect him to return your feel—

Aki sucked a mark on Angel Devil's shoulders, burning those thoughts away. The demon squirmed beneath him, his protests weaker now, body arching instinctively despite himself. "Stop... Aki wait—" But his words dissolved into a gasp as Aki's mouth claimed his in a fierce, hungry kiss, tongue plunging deep, dominating every inch.

Aki pulled back just enough to growl against Angel's lips, "You think I only want this because I'm needy? Fuck that. I want you because you're everything. Your laugh, your stubborn self, the way you look at me like I'm worth something." His free hand roamed down the demon's side, yanking at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head in one swift motion. "Tell me to stop for real, Angie. Say it like you mean it, and I will. But I know you want this as bad as I do."

Angel Devil bit his lip, eyes glassy with a mix of love and frustration. He loved Aki—there, he's admitted it to himself and his heart...God, he loved him so much it hurt—but he hated how Aki's insecurities turned every touch into a plea. He hated the fact that this may not be the same for Aki. Maybe Aki wanted him, maybe Aki even cared for him...but...Angel Devil wanted him to fuck him because he loved him. Not because he was lost in his grief...

"You're such an idiot," Angel whispered, but there was no venom in it, only affection. His hips bucked up involuntarily as Aki ground down against him, the hard length of Aki's cock pressing insistently through their clothes. "I don't want you like this... needy."

"Too bad," Aki rasped, releasing Angel Devil's wrists only to strip off his own shirt, revealing the sculpted chest the demon couldn't resist touching. He grabbed Angel Devil's hands, guiding them to his skin. "Touch me. Feel how hard you make me. This isn't needy—this is desperation for you." His mouth trailed hot kisses down his neck, sucking marks into the pale skin, teeth grazing just enough to elicit a whimper.

Angel Devil moaned despite himself, fingers digging into Aki's muscles. "Wait...Aki.. fuck, please just wait—"

"No," Aki cut him off, voice commanding as he flipped Angel onto his stomach with effortless strength, yanking down his pants and boxers in one go. Angel Devil's ass was exposed, perfect and flushed, and Aki groaned at the sight, palming the cheeks roughly. "Don't act like you don't want this. You think I don't see the look you give me? The way you look at me as though I'm the only one that matters? The look you're trying to hide even now?" He spread Angel Devil's legs, settling between them, his own pants shoved down just enough to free his thick, throbbing cock.

Angel buried his face in the pillow, protesting muffledly. "Wait... lube, you...Aki—I don't..."

Aki chuckled, reaching for the bottle on the nightstand, slicking his fingers generously. "Always prepared for you, Angie. See?" He pressed one finger in without warning, crooking it to hit that spot that made Angel Devil's back arch and a strangled cry escape his lips.

The pleasure and pain was so intoxicating he saw stars in his head. 

"Oh God—Aki, slow down—please..." Angel gasped, pushing back against the intrusion even as he protested, his body betraying him completely.

"Slow down? Fuck no," Aki murmured, adding a second finger, scissoring and thrusting deep. "I need you ready for me. Need to feel you clenching around my cock, proving you're not going anywhere." His free hand stroked Angel Devil's back soothingly, contrasting the relentless pump of his fingers. "You love me, don't you? Say it while I finger-fuck you."

Angel whimpered, rocking back shamelessly now, protests forgotten in the haze of pleasure. Dear God, this was so embarrassing. Getting fucked by a human...feeling this deeply for a human...

"That's it," Aki chuckled, voice dripping with heat as he withdrew his fingers, lining up his cock. He pushed in slowly at first, the head breaching that resistant ring, then slammed home in one powerful thrust that buried him to the hilt.

Angel Devil cried out, fists clenching the sheets, body trembling. "Too much—fuck, Aki!"

"Take it, you can take it, can't you?" Aki growled, pulling back and thrusting again, setting a brutal pace, hips snapping forward. The room filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping skin, Angel Devil's moans mixing with Aki's filthy words. "You're so fucking tight. Is this how it's always been? Because you're thinking of me? I'm gonna fuck you until you can't think about dying. Until all you feel is me owning you."

He reached around, gripping Angel's leaking cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. "Come for me. Show me you want this."

The devil shattered first, spilling over Aki's hand with a broken sob of his name, walls clenching rhythmically. Aki followed seconds later, burying deep and flooding him with hot release, collapsing over Angel Devil's back, whispering breathless promises.

"I'm not losing you," Aki panted against his neck, arms wrapping tight. "Not ever."

Angel Devil, spent and sated, turned his head. 

“Aki—wait, we need to talk—” he started, voice tight with something sharper than usual, pushing up on his elbows. “This… this isn’t right. Makima-san. If you’re in love with her...”

Aki froze for half a second, then let out a dark, incredulous laugh. He yanked Angel’s legs apart, baring him completely. “In love with Makima? Angie, the person I’m currently obsessing over is you.” He spread Angel's thighs wide, forcing them apart with strong hands. “And right now I’m gonna prove it by eating you until you’re begging me to stop—or begging me for more.”

Angel Devil’s protest came out shaky, laced with raw jealousy. “Don’t—fuck, Aki, don’t put your mouth there if you’ve been thinking about her—please, I...”

But Aki was already descending, dragging his tongue in one long, filthy swipe from Angel Devil's balls all the way up over his tight hole. Angel Devil’s whole body jolted, a shocked cry ripping out of him.

“Aki—stop!” Angel gasped, fingers clawing at the sheets, trying to crawl forward. His voice cracked with anger and hurt. “You shouldn't—to do this if your head’s full of her—”

Aki’s hands clamped down on Angel Devil’s hips like iron, yanking him back into place. “My head’s full of you,” he growled against the sensitive skin, breath hot and teasing. “Full of how you taste, how you clench when I lick you open, how you fall apart when I tongue-fuck this your hole.” He dove back in without mercy, tongue circling his rim in slow, deliberate strokes before pushing inside, spearing deep.

Angel Devil's back arched violently, a strangled moan escaping despite himself. “Fuck—oh God, stop—please don’t—” His protests were feeble now, hips twitching back even as he tried to pull away. Tears of frustration and overwhelming pleasure pricked at his eyes. “If you love her… if you want her… you shouldn’t be doing this to me…”

Aki pulled back just enough to speak, voice rough and commanding. “I don’t want Makima. I don’t love Makima, you jealous little brat.”

"Im...im not jealous." Angel moaned, even as tears pricked his eyes from the sheer frustration those words sent him to. You may not love Makima-san, but do you love me? Do you think I'm letting myself do this simply out of lust? 

Aki slapped his ass hard, then spread him wider, burying his face again. His tongue thrust in and out relentlessly, wet and filthy, fucking his Angie open while he moaned shamelessly into him. “Don't act so coy, Angie.”

Angel sobbed into the pillow, body trembling, cock leaking onto the sheets beneath him. “Aki—please—fuck, it’s too much—” His hips rocked back involuntarily, chasing the pleasure even as fresh jealousy twisted in his chest. “Stop. I can't...my chest...Aki...!”

Aki growled in frustration, pulling back only to flip Angel Devil onto his back. He shoved the demon's knees up to his chest, exposing him completely, then dove back down, sucking hard on his rim before spearing his tongue inside again. Angel Devil's cry was broken, high-pitched, his hands flying to Aki’s hair—not pushing away, but gripping tight, holding him there.

“Listen to me,” Aki rasped between long, obscene licks, eyes locked on Angel's flushed, tear-streaked face. “Do you know what you do to me? What being around you makes me feel? Just the thought of losing you makes me feel... Angie, I want you screaming my name while I’ve got my tongue buried in your ass.”

Angel Devil's breath hitched on a sob that turned into a moan as Aki sucked hard on his sensitive rim, then pushed two slick fingers alongside his tongue, stretching him open. “Aki—fuck—don’t stop—please don’t stop—”

“That’s it,” Aki praised darkly, curling his fingers to nail Angel's prostate while his tongue kept working relentlessly. “Let it go, baby. Feel how much I need you. Gonna eat you out until you come untouched, until you know exactly who you belong to.”

Angel shattered with a wrecked cry, back bowing off the bed, cock pulsing and spilling hot stripes across his own stomach as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him. His jealousy still simmered beneath the surface, but the intensity of Aki's devotion—spoken and shown—left him trembling, overwhelmed, and utterly claimed.

Aki crawled up his body, kissing him deep and filthy, letting Angel taste himself on his tongue. “Are you okay? Was that too much?” he murmured against his lips.

Angel, breathless and boneless, could only shake his head weakly, fingers tangling in Aki's hair. “…Shut up and fuck me again.”